Masquerade of shadows in my head masquerade of shadows in my mindIn the theatre of disillusionIn another act...In another act aversion winsMasqueradeMasquerade of shadowsMasqueradeIn the name of morbid godsMasqueradeMasquerade of shadowsMasqueradeIn the name of greedinessIt's not an illusionIt's a dreams funeralBlack caravan...Black caravan led byPossessed horsesWith a coachmanWithout left handShoves throughThe frozen chamberA wolf crossed their waySomebody cuts his eye outWith a blunt blade of loveA worm wriggles in his brainIn a purperal crampGiggling maliciouslyAs a loathsome dwarfMasquerade of shadows in my headMasquerade of shadows in my mindUnwanted paintingsDreadful portraitsAnd a fallen lord...And a fallen lord on the throneMasqueradeMasquerade of shadowsMasqueradeIn the name of morbid godsMasqueradeMasquerade of shadowsMasqueradeIn the name of greedinessEverybody...Everybody is headingIn the direction of a clearingOn which castle standsA misshapen block smelling of despairThere is waiting for themA guillotine of peaceAnd gallows of justiceWhy? Why with my face???Why? Why this place???Proud magician weighs in a potA mysterious mixture from a ravenThe guide of souls